Perhaps not used to the magician''s pipe like endless tobacco, people in Black got up and left when half of the pub was covered in smoke. Roland listened to the sound of closing the door behind her. She didn''t even plan to turn back. He puffed out the last ring of smoke and knocked his pipe upside down on the table top, knocking out the ashes. "Thank you for the food. It''s the best meal I''ve had in a few days." And the food in front of him actually moved only a small part.


    Old Pippo fanned his hand, trying to disperse the smoke and see his guests clearly. However, in this process, he still can not restrain the inhalation of quite a lot of white smoke, the sweet and greasy smell of flowers and plants is not obnoxious, on the contrary, it can even make people relax and drowsy. In this state, the tavern owner inadvertently forgot the threat he had just received, and the whole person fell into a state of half dreaming and half waking up.


    "If they go a few steps late, we''ll save a lot of time." As a doctor, Hill naturally saw the door in Roland''s smoke. Although the exact composition cannot be determined, there is no doubt that this seemingly harmless white smoke has some soothing and hypnotic effect. If the men in black left more slowly, they would not be much better off than old Pippo.


    "Please help me boil some water." Roland asked in a soft voice. The confused tavern owner turned to get the kettle without thinking about it. After carefully placing the pipe in his arms, the magician continued, "it''s not as convenient as you think. This kind of smoke is only effective for people with weak will or unstable emotions. But the advantage is that its taste is not easy to detect the problem, so even if the other party thinks something is wrong, there is no intuitive evidence


    "Is it necessary to be so careful? On such a rainy night, no one will meddle. I can subdue them all by myself, and then you can ask them any questions you like. " Said Hill, a little confused in his voice, but still stiff in his expression. She did not understand why Roland did not let her use violence to solve the problem. There seemed to be no need for covert action.


    "Of course, I have no doubt that you have such a skill. But I also don''t see any benefit in doing so. No matter what these friends in black do, we can''t take it as a kind of crime because they are sneaky and arrogant. It''s barbaric, and I''m afraid the news is not true. " Roland is not in a hurry to explain, at the same time from the cuff out of a small bag of tea, boiling water through the valve of the iron pot issued a piercing scream.


    Pippo carefully pours hot water into Roland''s empty glass, and then stands still. "Put the kettle on the counter and go back to a good sleep, my friend. You''ve had enough fright today." The magician said, and the tavern owner did. When his figure disappeared behind the door of the bar, Roland threw the tea bag into the hot water. A rather uncomfortable smell came out of the glass. He didn''t want to reveal the secret of the old tea, so he hoped to make the mysterious tea a secret medicine.


    The magician succeeded. Hill could smell the poisonous grass from the taste. She naturally took the tea as a kind of medicine to overdraw the vitality. "You should drink less of this stuff. Even if it can enhance your physical fitness, it is not small."


    "Thank you for your concern, but I can''t be so dull now, or I''ll be a burden to you." Roland shrugged, drank the warm tea, and made a little painful expression on her face.


    The Dementor said nothing more. It was the magician''s choice to drink the potion. She had no right to interfere. So she didn''t want to continue on this topic, so she tried to continue her conversation, "since you don''t want to cause trouble, shall we leave these geeks alone?"


    "Curiosity should be one of the bad habits I haven''t given up at my age, and those people are too alert, and intuition tells me that they must be involved in something interesting." I''ve been up for a long time. We have enough time to figure out the purpose of these friends before we set out at dawn. "


    Hill had no objection. She didn''t need a break. So he got up and went to the gate.


    "Wait, are you going to go like this?" Roland stopped the Dementor with a smile on her face. "I have an idea."


    The cold wind, running wantonly in the rain, the lonely night watchman sat on the carriage, cursing his bad luck. It was because of the draw that he was forced to come out to guard at such a time. Even the horses who pulled the cart could get into the stable covered with straw and enjoy a warm night, but he had only one piece of rain. It was unfair. Thinking of this, the night watchman tightened his raincoat again, hoping to keep more temperature.


    The oil lamp on one side flickered on and off, making people wonder if it would go out in the next second. Hurry up to the shift, he thought, and maybe catch a nap. While the night watchman was imagining lying in a warm, soft bed, a figure quickly passed a corner of his vision. "Who! Who is there He quickly stood up, picked up the oil lamp and called, the other hand naturally put on the weapon in his waist.


    Naturally, no one responded to his shouts. Only the sound of rain continued. The night watchman frowned, emboldened to get out of the carriage and step his boots into the mud, but his hood limited his view so that he could only see ahead. He searched around, and found no trace of it, nor any new footprints, so the night watchman had to attribute the scene to the illusion of being too sleepy. "Damn it." He cursed and went back to his former position. The seat that was not easy to get hot was only cold by the rain in a few minutes.This time, before the night watchman warmed up his seat again, he caught the flash image from the corner of his eye for the second time. "Damn it." He said in a low voice, and without hesitation pulled out the dagger from his waist. He believed that he could never look away twice. There must be something around here. Is it a rat man? The night watchman came to the most probable conclusion that the only creature with such speed and habit in his mind was the rat man. However, for the first time, I did not find the footprints of rat man. The night watchman shook his head and attributed it to the rat man''s trick.


    "You want to trick me out of the carriage and ambush me? Oh, stupid mouse, I''m not going to get caught He had a satirical smile on his mouth, a lantern and a dagger, and his back was leaning against the carriage to reduce the possibility of being attacked. The night watchman made a mistake, he patronized to watch out for danger from his surroundings, but did not examine his own carriage carefully. A few wisps of white smoke came from behind him, like the tentacles of some giant mollusk wrapping him from behind.


    "Who!" The night watchman noticed the white smoke and turned back, but there was only a carriage behind him. White smoke, however, came from the bottom of the carriage. He gritted his teeth, and his fear and anger became entangled, which stimulated his bloodiness. The night watchman crouched down and stabbed his dagger into the bottom of the carriage. No matter what was hidden there, he planned to give it a sword first!


    The feeling from the tip of the sword told him that he had stabbed something, which relaxed the night watchman''s nerves a little, and there was nothing to be afraid of when he knew that the thing he was teasing himself had a real shape. So he thought, bending down to examine his booty. It was a muddy head, and the tip of his sword pierced into the hollow eye socket, and the white smoke came from other holes in the head.


    “！” When the watchman saw such an unexpected sight, he opened his mouth and wanted to scream, but the sound of heavy objects hitting his head sounded, and he knew nothing in the dark.


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